Emet-Selch gives a huff of annoyance. As much as he lacks his wits about him, he can put together what continuing their game might do. That doesn't mean he is willing to verbally admit that defeat though.
"The sun is so dreadfully bright." He grumbles by way of 'agreement'. "I would have some shade so that I may..." Emet-Selch squints as he tries to focus on a word. It's remarkably difficult to do with his head so cloudy from their drinks. "...rest a while."
With one 'concession' comes another. Usually, he would admonish his friend's overly-affectionate gestures - especially in public spaces - but he's always been more tolerant after a few drinks. At that moment he doesn't only tolerate his friend's adoration, but he (begrudgingly) seems to enable them. He tilts his head up so that he may rest his head in his friend's hair, allowing him to nuzzle what he wants without issue.
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"The sun is so dreadfully bright." He grumbles by way of 'agreement'. "I would have some shade so that I may..." Emet-Selch squints as he tries to focus on a word. It's remarkably difficult to do with his head so cloudy from their drinks. "...rest a while."
With one 'concession' comes another. Usually, he would admonish his friend's overly-affectionate gestures - especially in public spaces - but he's always been more tolerant after a few drinks. At that moment he doesn't only tolerate his friend's adoration, but he (begrudgingly) seems to enable them. He tilts his head up so that he may rest his head in his friend's hair, allowing him to nuzzle what he wants without issue.